Pairing: Spike/Willow
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Spike notices Willow. Read the notes!!!
Distribution: redssoulmates, poetry-in-motion
Feedback: No feedback..no fic. Lots of feedback..I write more. I thrive on it.
Disclaimer: Don't sue. I don't own any of the characters. I don't make any money from it. All credit goes to Joss.
Spoilers: None
Notes: This is an AU human fic. No vamps. No witches. No slayers. Human!!! For this fic, Spike and Willow are both seventeen.
Warnings: language, sex
Thanks to Gabrielle for the beta!!
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~Part: 1~
Spike leaned back in his chair. He was beyond bored. Picking at his black nail polish, he started to count the minutes until he could leave.
"William," the teacher admonished. "Pay attention."
Spike looked up and glared at the woman. William. The only people that used that name were parents, teachers and other people that thought they had some kind of authority. Still glaring at her, he looked her way to make her think he was at least paying attention. Truth was, he couldn't care less.
Moments later the bell rang. Spike jumped up from the desk and left the classroom as quickly as possible, his black leather duster swaying behind him.
The moment he closed his locker Spike saw his best friend Angel coming around the corner. Standing next to Angel was Angel's girlfriend of three months, Drusilla. "Hey guys."
"Hey," Angel replied. "Ready for lunch?"
"More than ready."
Hearing the bell ring, Drusilla gently pulled away from Angel. "I better get to art class. Bye Spike." She then turned to Angel and gave him a kiss. "I'll see you later."
"You can count on it."
~~~*~~~
Angel and Spike walked into the cafeteria, grabbing some food and taking their seats. After a moment, Angel looked at him carefully. "You seem bored."
"I AM bored."
"You need a hobby."
"A hobby? In school? Have you lost it?"
"I mean an interest. A girl."
"A girl? Girls here are all alike. They're all the bloody same."
"Maybe you're looking for something that doesn't exist."
"I just want to find a girl that can interest me for more than ten bloody minutes." Spike looked out among the other people in the cafeteria. "There's not one girl." The words died on his lips.
Sitting there by herself was a girl with bright green eyes and fiery red hair. A girl he couldn't tear his eyes away from.
Angel watched his best friend closely. Something had captured his attention. He let his eyes follow Spike's until he saw what Spike was enthralled with. "Spike?"
Spike couldn't turn away from the vision sitting on the other side of the room. "Yeah, mate."
"You ok?"
"Do you know who she is?"
"No. I've seen her a couple of times. I think she transferred here a couple weeks ago. She's not your."
"Type. I know. She seems quiet," Spike observed.
"Probably shy. Not a lot of friends," Angel supplied.
"Stays to herself."
"You don't even know her name."
Spike finally turned to face Angel. "I intend to find out, mate."
~Part: 2~
Spike couldn't get the image of her face out of his mind for the rest of the day. He was sure he had never seen her before. And he was sure he wanted to see her again.
Hearing the final bell ring, he grabbed his books off of his desk making his way into the hallway. His body screamed at him for a cigarette and he relented. Spike walked outside to the courtyard, lighting one the moment he stepped outside.
A couple minutes later, Angel met up with him in the courtyard. "Ready to get out of here?"
"I just gotta throw my books in my locker."
"Hurry up and I'll meet you back here," Angel told him.
Spike nodded. "Where's your chit?"
"Dru had to work."
"See you in a few."
~~~*~~~
Throwing his books in his locker, he slammed it shut. He noticed how empty the hallway was as he was about to leave when something.actually someone caught his eye. Spike recognized her in a moment. It was the same girl he had noticed during lunch. He let his eyes rake over her body, appreciating every curve. Noticing her head was down, looking at the ground as she walked, he made his way to her.
Spike stopped in front of her, waiting for her to look up. She never did. When she tried to go around him, he stepped in front of her, not letting her pass.
Willow finally looked up, glancing at the guy in front of her. "Are you gonna let my pass?"
Spike pursed his lips together. "No," he told her.
"No?"
"Not yet."
"Look, I really need to get going."
Spike wasn't going to let her go so quickly now that he finally got a chance to talk to her. "My name, it's Spike."
"Spike," she repeated. "Like a railroad spike?"
He smirked at her. "Something like that." He paused for a moment. "You gonna tell me your name?"
"It's Willow."
"Like the tree?"
"Yeah," she said softly, blushing.
All of a sudden he heard Angel's voice.
"Hey, you ready?" Angel asked just as he turned the corner. Seeing Spike with a girl, he felt bad for interrupting them. "Sorry," he said quickly. "Didn't know you were busy, man."
"He's not busy," Willow spoke up. "I was just leaving." Willow met Spike's eyes once more before looking away from him and walking away.
Once she disappeared, Angel turned to Spike. "Well?"
"Well what?"
"Her name?"
Spike grinned. "It's Willow."
~Part: 3~
Noticing his father's car in the driveway, Spike frowned slightly. He was hoping to have the house to himself. Angel had gotten a call on his cell phone and had to leave. Unlocking and pushing open the front door, he took a deep breath.
"William! You're home."
Spike scowled at the use of his birth name. "Rupert," he nodded.
"I am your father!"
"And my name is Spike now."
"Quit this rubbish. Spike isn't a name, it's a."
"It's my name!"
"William is your name."
Spike was past annoyed. "Are we done here?" he asked angrily.
"Listen to me, William." He emphasized his son's last name. "We have company that will be here in." Giles looked at his watch. "In one hour."
"Company? Who?"
"I need you to change your clothes. Put on something appropriate."
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"
"I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer."
"And why am I getting dressed up?"
"I told you. Company. There's a woman."
"A chit? You're making me get dressed up so you can shag some chit?"
"Watch your tongue, boy! This is business. She works at the museum and we're starting a new project." Giles walked into the kitchen, stirring various pots. He looked up and noticed his son had followed him. "She's bringing her daughter with her for an early dinner and then we're working on the project. Now.go.change!"
"Fine," Spike mumbled.
~~~*~~~
Forty-five minutes later, Spike heard the doorbell downstairs. He took one last look in the mirror. Spike couldn't believe he was getting dressed up for this. He had changed into a pair of black slacks and a long sleeve royal blue silk shirt. He decided to leave his shoes off and had then put on some cologne, quickly making his way downstairs.
~~~*~~~
Giles looked up, noticing his son coming down the stairs. He nodded his approval. "Joyce, I'd like you to meet my son William. William, this is Joyce Rosens."
"Hello," Spike said shyly.
"Hello," Joyce responded.
"I thought you were bringing your daughter?" Giles asked her.
"I did. She's just out at the car. She brought her school books with her." Joyce turned around to the door. "Honey," she called out. "Are you coming?"
"Yeah, mom. I'm right here."
As the girl stepped through the door, Spike froze for a moment. It was her. It was Willow. Their eyes locked in recognition of each other.
Giles heard the silence and decided to speak up. "It's nice to meet you. My name is Rupert Giles. You can just call me Giles. And this is my son, William.
"Giles," she nodded. "William. It's nice to meet you both." Her eyes drifted back to Spike. "My name is Willow."
~Part: 4~
"Willow," Giles repeated. "That's a beautiful name."
"Thanks," Willow said shyly.
"Well dinner is just about ready. Shall we sit down?"
"Thank you, Rupert," Joyce told him.
Giles ushered Joyce into the main room, leaving Spike and Willow behind.
Once they left, Spike turned to Willow. "So."
"Yeah. So William, huh?"
"Spike is a nickname."
"I think I like it better than William."
Spike grinned at her. "Me too, pet. Me too." He reached out to grab her bag. "Let me take this for you."
"You don't have to."
"I want to."
As she handed him the bag, their fingers brushed against each other. "I.um."
"Dinner," Spike brought up quickly. "You should go in and I'll just set this by the couch." Watching her disappear, he took a deep breath. 'She's beautiful.' She was wearing a long black flowing skirt with a snug green sweater on. 'I can't believe I'm nervous. I'm never nervous.' Making his way into the dining hall, he found them waiting for him. His father's eyes watching him carefully. Without a word he sat at the table across from Willow and dinner began.
During dinner, Joyce and Giles talked about business while Spike kept stealing glances at Willow. Deciding to act more like Spike than William, he made his next move.
Spike let his foot glide until he met hers underneath the table. Slowly, he started sliding his foot along her leg. Her skin felt warm to the touch.
Willow's eyes widened when she felt Spike's skin graze hers. It didn't feel like an accidental touch. Feeling her heartbeat speed up, she quickly stood up, almost knocking over her chair.
Joyce looked at her daughter with worry. "Honey, are you alright?"
"Oh.um.yes. Just thirsty. If you don't mind, I'll just go and get something from the kitchen." Willow quickly left the room before anyone had the chance to say anything.
Spike couldn't help but to smirk at her reaction.
"William, go see what she needs," Giles told him. "She's our guest."
"Right then," Spike nodded headed for the kitchen.
~~~*~~~
Spike watched as she pulled out a bottle of water. "Did you find what you were looking for?" he asked in almost a seductive tone.
"Yeah. Water," she said as she held the bottle up.
"Water made you jump out of your chair, did it?" He walked slowly to her and then grazed his thumb across her cheek.
Willow stepped back for his touch. "What's going on?" she asked carefully.
Spike was a bit shocked that she had pulled away from him. "Well, I was."
"You don't even know me."
"No, I don't."
"I don't like to play games, so let's just not."
"Pet."
"I'm not your pet."
This was not how he thought this situation would go. "I didn't mean."
"I don't know what's going on. First, the hallway thing and then this." She took a step towards him. "Guys like you don't go for girls like me," she said softly. Without another word, she left the kitchen, leaving Spike to ponder on her words.
~Part: 5~
Spike watched her leave and was suddenly at a loss of what to do. He had never had a problem when it came to girls. He had the bad boy image. The leather duster. The accent. They would practically fall at his feet. But Willow was different. Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the kitchen door, making his way back into the dining hall.
The moment, he entered the room, all eyes were upon him. He took his seat quickly and silently.
"William, where's your water?"
He turned to his father. "What water?"
Rupert gave his son an odd look. "Willow said you were going to get some water.from the kitchen."
"That water." 'Great, now I sound like an idiot.' "I did. It's gone now. I drank it."
"Alright.shall we resume dinner?"
"Yes."
For the rest of the dinner, Spike was unusually quiet. He concentrated on the food on his plate, not wanting to risk a look at Willow. He listened as Joyce and his dad talked about business. He also noticed the silence coming from Willow.
Thirty minutes later, dinner had finally finished. Spike saw Joyce stand. "If you just lead me to the kitchen, I'll take my plate."
"Don't worry about that," Rupert told her. "You're here for business."
"I'll take care of it," Spike spoke up. "Mrs. Rosens, it was a pleasure meeting you." Then he finally looked at Willow who seemed to be watching him. "Willow, I put your bag next to the couch in the main room. If you'd like there's a small table in the corner if you choose to study."
Rupert took note of his son and beamed. He never noticed the sadness that lined his son's voice.
Willow had been watching Spike since he had rejoined dinner. He seemed distant. Different. It was almost.unsettling. Like he was being someone else. "Thanks," she said softly when he told her where her bag was and left the room. Rupert and Joyce followed shortly afterward.
~~~*~~~
Within twenty minutes, Spike had cleared the dishes from the dining hall and cleaned the kitchen. 'I'm thankful for dishwashers.' Grabbing one of his schoolbooks, he walked into the main room, focusing his eyes on Willow. He watched her for a moment from the doorway. She was in deep concentration, her nose scrunching up ever so often. 'So beautiful.' Walking slowly into the room, he took a seat across from her at the table.
Without saying a word, Spike opened his textbook, studying a chapter they were learning in class. He stared at the words, not really reading them. He was scared to look up into her eyes, scared at what emotions might lie in them. 'What would she see? Hated? Someone not worth her time? A loser?' He decided he'd rather take a chance than nothing at all.
Spike lifted his head, seeing her concentrating on her book. "About earlier," he started. "I didn't.I mean."
Willow lifted her head and looked at him. She waited for him to continue.
"I'm sorry," he said softly, almost mumbling to himself. After a pause, he continued. "There is one thing I do need to ask. What did you mean when you said guys like me don't go for girls like you?"
"It's true. I'm the shy good girl and you're the dangerous bad boy. They don't mix."
"Says who?"
"Everybody," she shrugged.
"Thing about that, luv. I don't care what anybody has to say. I do what I want. Everyone else can go to hell if they don't like it."
Willow wasn't sure what to say to him. How to act around him.
"Truth is, luv.you intrigue me."
"You make me sound like some kind of science project."
"Most people can't hold my attention for ten minutes and then there's you. I just."
"Honey," Joyce called out. "It's time to go."
And with those words his chance was taken away.
"I gotta go," Willow mumbled to him as she gathered up her book. Her eyes locking with his one last time before she turned around and left.
Spike watched her leave and then ran a hand over his face. 'Would she ever speak to him again? Would he ever see her again? And if she did, would she ignore him?' "Bye Willow," he whispered after the front door shut.
~Part: 6~
As Willow and Joyce entered their home, she turned to her daughter. "Did you have fun tonight? William seems nice."
"I guess," Willow shrugged. "We just studied."
"Rupert told me you two go to the same school."
"Yeah." She wasn't sure where her mother was going with this. "We actually met earlier today. Just in passing."
"I'm glad you two get along," Joyce told her daughter hesitantly.
"What's going on?"
"There's a good chance I'll have to work on the project twice a week."
"O-kay."
"Which means you'll be accompanying me twice a week to their house."
"Mom!"
"It'll be good for you to have some friends, honey."
"Friends. Great," she mumbled. "I'm going to finish my homework."
Joyce nodded, watching her daughter climb the stairs.
~~~*~~~
"That went very well," Rupert told Spike.
"Great," he mumbled. "Does that mean I can lose the nice guy act?"
"Until later."
"What later? Why later?"
"There's a good chance that they will both be coming to the house twice a week for probably a month or two. Until we get this project finished."
"Really?" Spike asked with interest.
"I expect you on your best behavior with Willow. They're new to the area and."
"I know, I know."
"Did you know you two went to the same school?"
"Yeah, I ran into the chit the other day."
"She's a nice girl."
"I guess. What's your point?"
"Don't you go and corrupt the girl."
Spike smirked. "Don't think you'll have to worry about that one." He started up the stairs to his room. "The chit wouldn't give me the time of day," he mumbled to himself.
~~~*~~~
Willow let out a sigh and booted up her laptop. She looked up a couple of websites trying to concentrate on the fact that not only would she be seeing Spike at school, but now she had to see him twice a week. Was that a good thing or a bad thing?
~~~*~~~
Spike grabbed his guitar and sat on his bed. Closing his eyes, he let his fingers slide over the strings. Opening his eyes, he realized one thing. He couldn't get Willow out of his mind.
~~~*~~~
Willow woke up late the following morning. Her eyes widened. 'Damn. I overslept.' Jumping out of bed, she quickly changed her clothes, grabbing her school bag and making her way through the rest of the house. She woke her mom up from the couch where it seems she had fallen asleep.
"Willow, honey. What is it?"
"I overslept. Can you give me a ride to school?"
"Sure, just let me change my clothes."
"Thanks, mom."
~~~*~~~
As they pulled up to the school, Joyce turned off the engine and handed her daughter some lunch money. "I'll see you when you get home."
"Ok. Thanks again."
"Sure, honey."
Grabbing the money and her school bag, she walked quickly into the school.
~~~*~~~
Spike and Angel had been standing there talking within the school doors as they heard the bell ring, ignoring it of course. "What did you do last night?" Angel asked.
"Last night?" Spike smiled at the memory. "Dad went over some business project with someone from the museum. She brought her daughter."
"Really?" Angel asked.
Spike put out his fag on the bottom of his boot. "It was Willow."
"Bet that made things interesting."
"She's different. Most girls fall at my feet. She.she has fire." Hearing the door slam open, Spike and Angel suddenly turned around.
Willow, not watching where she was going, ran into someone. "This is not my day," she mumbled. "Sorry. I'm so sorry," she said and then took a step back. Looking up, she realized it was Spike.
"Fancy seeing you again, pet."
Willow glanced over at Angel and then at Spike. "Yeah, great," she said sarcastically. "I really need to get to class." She tried to go around him but he stepped in front of her path again. "I need to get to class."
"Heard you the first time, luv. Don't you fancy talking to me for a minute."
Staring into his eyes, she kept her voice level. "I really need to get going." Seeing him step out of her way, she walked past without saying a word.
~Part: 7~
Willow sat in class, trying to concentrate but she just couldn't. She couldn't get Spike out of her mind. She was never like this with guys. Any guy. And now he had come and changed it all. She tried to push the thought of him to the back of her mind. 'Just a regular guy. He's just like all the rest.' Trying to convince herself that was true, she opened up her textbook and started reading the chapter that the teacher had just assigned.
As the day progressed, she found herself looking forward to the lunch bell. She just didn't feel like being in class at the moment. Usually she was focused, but today was different. She just wanted to be alone, eat some food and read a book.
Walking into the cafeteria, she picked up her food and found a small table in the back of the room. Sitting down, she opened up her book and started to forget about everything else.
~~~*~~~
Spike and Angel made their way into the cafeteria, taking their usual table. Spike found Willow easily. Her bright red hair and deep green eyes were hard to miss.
Angel noticed where Spike's attention was and tried to hold back his smirk. "You don't even know the girl and you are already falling."
Spike scowled at him. "I don't fall for girls, they fall for me."
"Right."
"It's like she won't even give me a chance."
"I've never seen you like this. So wrapped up."
"I know. I don't think I've ever been this way about anybody. And like you said I don't even know her."
"So, what are you gonna do?"
"I don't have a bloody clue, mate. Not a bloody clue."
Finally after making a decision, Spike stands up. "Be right back," he told Angel and started to head over to see Willow. Without saying a word, he pulls out a chair and sits next to her at the table.
Willow looked up from her book. Her eyes registering surprise. "Hi," she said quietly.
"Hey yourself. Watcha doing?"
She held the book up. "Reading."
Spike kicked himself mentally. 'She's holding a book. What did you think she was doing?' "So I heard that I might be seeing you a bit more. The project and all."
"Lucky me," she replied dryly. She saw him frown and realized how hurtful the comment sounded. "My mom told me last night," she added quickly.
A moment of silence passed between them before he spoke up again. "Do you hate me for some reason?"
"Hate you? I don't hate you. Why would you think that?"
"The comments, not to mention you won't stand still enough to even talk to me."
Hearing the bell, Willow stood up. "I've got to get to class."
As she took a step away, Spike grabbed her hand. They both looked down at their joining hands and then at each other. "You do that a lot," he told her.
"Go to class?"
"Turn away from me." He let go of her hand and watched as she collected her things.
"I really have to go." She took a few steps away from him and then turned around. His crystal blue eyes were watching her. "I don't hate you."
After he watched her walk away, Spike walked to where Angel was now standing. "Well?" Angel asked.
"I don't know, mate. I'm so confused that I don't even know what the hell I'm confused about."
~Part: 8~
Willow entered her house that evening, dropping her backpack on the couch. "Mom?" she called out. "Are you here?"
Joyce stepped out of the kitchen seeing her daughter. "Hi, honey. How are you?"
"Fine, I guess. How was work?"
"It was fine. I'm working on the project tomorrow evening. We'll leave to go over there the moment you get home from school."
"Yay me," Willow replied dryly.
"Try and be supportive."
"Yes mom," she said quietly. "I'm just gonna get started on my homework."
"Dinner will be done soon."
"Ok."
~~~*~~~
Willow had almost gotten through the next day without thinking about having to see Spike. Glancing at the clock, she saw there was only ten minutes of class left. She started putting her things away.
The teacher lifted her head when a student came through the classroom and handed her a note. After the student left, the teacher glanced down at the name on the note. "Willow, please come to the front."
Willow glanced around the room nervously and then up to the teacher's desk. She took the note back to her desk and opened it up.
'Please let my daughter know that I had to start the work project early. I will see her at Mr. Giles' house. She is to get a ride home with William Giles.'
Willow read the note three times before folding it up and pushing it into her pocket. When the bell rang she grabbed her backpack and headed towards her locker.
Spike saw Willow in the hallway and grinned. He saw her bring the note out of her pocket. "I got one too," he said and held it up. "Why don't you go on to your locker and meet me outside the doors in the parking lot."
"Yeah. I guess I'll see ya in a bit."
~~~*~~~
When Willow pushed open the doors, she glanced around finding Spike quickly. He was standing next to the same guy she had seen him with yesterday. Taking a deep breath, she made her way over to the both of them.
Spike saw her moving towards them. He nodded towards her direction. "Get everything you need?"
"Yeah." She glanced at Angel, noticing how quiet he was being.
"My ride is this way," Spike pointed.
The three of them walked for a couple of minutes in silence and then came to a halt. Willow looked around. "Where's your car?"
"Not a car," Spike smirked. "My."
"Motorcycle? There is no way you are getting me on that."
Spike was a bit taken back at her outburst. "It's fine. I have a helmet for you. I promise it's safe." Willow felt Spike reaching for her bag and watched as he tied it to the back of his beloved motorcycle.
Angel was standing behind Willow. Leaning down, he whispered in her ear. "The bike.he wouldn't put you in danger. He would hurt himself first before he even thought of hurting you. He couldn't bear it."
Willow quickly turned around and looked at Angel.
Spike turned around and saw the look between Willow and Angel. He wasn't sure what was going on between his best friend and Willow. 'Angel wouldn't do that.' "You ready, pet?" When Willow turned around he handed her the helmet.
Angel saw the look and questions in Spike's eyes and knew that he thought something was going on. "That's not it, Spike. I would never do that to you. I'll call you later."
"Yeah, later." He helped Willow onto the bike and made sure her helmet was fastened before climbing on himself. He looked back at Willow. "Wrap your arms around my waist, luv and we'll be off."
She took a deep breath and did as she was told. As she wrapped her arms around his body, she noticed how comfortable it felt for him to be under her touch. Before she knew it they had already stopped.
~~~*~~~
In Spike's opinion the ride was too short. The feel of her arms around him felt like heaven. He unwrapped her arms from him and climbed off the bike. "We're here, luv." Turning around, he realized she hadn't moved yet. Spike leaned down a bit, taking off her helmet. When their gaze met, he brushed his thumb across her cheek. The touch lasting more than a moment should. He let the rest of his fingers brush against her cheek.
Willow reached up and placed her hand over his, keeping his touch to her skin.
"We should get inside, luv," he whispered.
"Yeah," she said softly.
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